Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.